I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

Monday, September 3, 2007

I’d had a bad day. I was close to tears. You were already there. You were sitting on the side of the road with a shard from a broken mirror, touching your face, like you’d never seen it before today. I gave you all the money I had left. We both had better days.